An Incubus Life - 184 - Sly as a Fox

Chapter 184 Sly as a Fox

The construct of the kitsune was in human form, and her eyes went wide, a light of intelligence in them. She looked around wildly and stepped back from me and Nashima. “Who are you?” I asked calmly.

Instead of answering, she transformed into a small silver fox and dashed away. The silvery-coated fox dashed into the library, and I teleported Nashima and me there to head it off. “How do we catch it?”

“Just destroy it,” Nashima said as the fox slid on the stone floor to a stop, not entering the library. It had a panicked look in its eyes as it took in the massive library. I extended my will to dissipate the construct but couldn’t find any purchase.

“I can’t do it. Its will is too strong.” I grunted. The person associated with it probably had a lower tier-three core.

“Not a problem. We can catch it and subdue it, and then it will be much easier to vanquish it.” Nashima said, transforming into her feathered servant form.

The fox panicked and darted out of the library—the couatl right behind. I sent a message to my other constructs that we were hunting a mind space invader. Casper’s howl echoed in the mind space, and the chase was on. The fox sprinted for the park room next. Nashima’s large body blocked the exit while I entered the room. Calypso arrived first from below, appearing out of the floor. Casper was next and sprinted with his tail wagging into the park, excited for a hunt.

The mind space expanded as my aether core improved, and the space became much larger. “How come I cannot remove any objects?” I had planned to empty the room to find the kitsune fox.

Nashima’s resonating serpent voice explained, “You can’t alter your mind when it is being fought over for control. That is why battles usually take place outside the mindspace. You don’t have to worry. The kitsune underestimated your strength.”

Casper crashed through some bushes in the search, and Calypso, the greater water elemental, melded into the pond searching there. Pandora arrived late, riding the centaur Maximus. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” she said, patting him on the head and sliding off his back; he snarled at the patronizing pat. Pandora ignored it. “Did you catch the invaders? How did they get in here? No alarms went off.”

“He created a construct from someone who is still alive in the real world,” Nashima answered for me as her serpent body loomed over my shoulder.

“Well, just kill them in the real world, and problem solved,” Pandora stated indifferently.

That announcement got a tug-of-war going in my mind space. The kitsune had heard the pronouncement and was trying to take control or maybe flee. I couldn’t really tell because it was such a feeble attempt. Like a mouse trying to pull an elephant. It also revealed exactly where she was to me. I pointed at the far side of the chamber. The walls were painted scenery to give it a larger feeling. “The bush there!”

Maximus’ hooves thundered across the forty yards to where I pointed. Casper’s massive white furry form darted at the spot as well. The silver fox dashed out of the bushes, but even though she was fast, she got too close to the pond, and Calypso’s arm reached out and snagged the small fox. Calypso formed into a large humanoid that looked like an ice sculpture of Paige. She held up the fox that squirmed in her grasp with a smile.

“Excellent work, Calypso!” I praised. Pandora walked up to the suspended fox, flashed out her hand, and started squeezing its neck. The fox transformed into a young girl with silver hair.

She pleaded for her life, “Please don’t kill me! I didn’t think there would be any harm.” The younger body was definitely Momo, our kitsune attendant.

“Hold her. I think I know who she is.” I exited the mindspace to find Momo cowering in an alcove. I walked heavily toward her.

Lilith, seeing my anger, asked, “What went wrong?”

“This kitsune gave me her own hand instead of the hand of a dead kitsune, as she promised. We contained the construct.” I informed Lilith.

“Fascinating! Did you lose the hand in an accident or cut it off yourself?” She looked at me. “Did the kitsune send other constructs into your mind space and try to take it over?”

“What! No! I didn’t do that! I only have one, and she helped me put my control into the incubus’ body. I thought it would be fun.” Momo cried. I felt no sympathy for the kitsune.

“Well, if you want to keep the construct, we can just kill the one here. The mind construct would retain her memories, though,” Lilith advised.

“I am considering just killing the mind construct,” I replied.

“Please don’t! I will do anything. I want off this rock. I was going to stow away in your mind space and get away from here. I have nothing to look forward to. Every day is the same.” The kitsune was on her knees, begging. She looked pathetic.

Sofiel/Lilith started to put on a dangerous grin. “You would do anything?”

“Yes!” The kitsune barked and then noticed the grin on the angelic.

Sofiel/Lilith turned to me, “I have an idea. It may not work, but I think it will. We can do the same thing I am doing here to her.” She pointed at the now petrified kitsune.

“I don’t want to be a slave!” She started crying. I had my doubts as well about taking over the body of the kitsune.

“It would not be slavery. Caleb would anchor you to his mind space and send someone to inhabit your mind space. You would have to give up control willingly.” Lilith said nonchalantly. If it was like Lilith’s control of Sofiel, then it was slavery. I was already shaking my head, no. “You are no fun. Don’t you think Nashima would like to get some freedom?”

“Would I still be me?” Momo whined. I was getting the impression that the little kitsune was a very good actor.

The situation exasperated me, so I requested to communicate with Caretaker Daenra. It took her almost two hours to accept my request. “Caretaker Daenra, I wanted to check on the others that were on board our gunship and discuss the impropriety of the kitsune known as Momo.”

Daenra looked a little upset at having to deal with me. She tapped on her screens off the video feed. “Your pilots and engineers are fine. They are lounging in the hot springs on Mount Incrivel. It is on the far side of the planet, away from the cities, and has nothing of value. They will not be discovered. Your gunship has been submerged in a caldera lake near Mount Incrivel. The lake is contaminated with heavy metals and scans will not penetrate the water.” She tapped her screen, frowning, “Momo…Momo…a defective kitsune removed from the breeding program. You can terminate her if she has caused you trouble.”

She looked at me, “Is that all?”

“No. What have you decided to do when the Battleship Eternity arrives?” I pressed.

“Nothing. If they have the proper codes, I will welcome Deserae and her people.” She stared at me hard. “I am not responsible for the actions of others. And I will not interfere with any conflict.” She nodded slightly. It was suggestive.

“Can you get us on board the Eternity before it lands?” I said hopefully.

“No.” She sighed like she was exasperated with me asking the wrong questions. “The procedure for turning over the authority of Gaia is for the person to come to my office and present the codes in person. So, if Deserae wants control, she will have to come personally. My office is not far from your accommodation, in fact.” She eyed me knowingly. “Perhaps the kitsune Momo can show you around the facility. You are permitted to leave your accommodations.” The screen flashed to black, ending the communication.

It was clear that the Caretaker was giving us the opportunity to stop Deserae. Would Andromeda come with her to the surface, though? I think Daenra gave me everything she was going to. I looked at the cowering Momo—this had bought her some time.

For the next four days, Momo escorted us through the entire facility. We just happened to pass the room where our Eladrin power armor was stored, passed by the Daenra’s office multiple times, the command center for the planet. I never let Momo leave us the entire time, as the little fox girl was definitely deceitful. In my mind space Calypso had her restrained in ice shackles.

On the fourth day, I managed to get my stored bio-mass close to manifesting a full-sized centaur. Sofiel/Lilith was eager to see the form. “I know this time you will be larger than a pony, Caleb. You have almost a thousand pounds of stored mass and two hundred and fifty pounds here.” She tapped my belly.

I grimaced, remembering my first shift into a centaur. I was smaller than a pony, and Captain Aida thought I looked cute. That was at five hundred pounds. I was so embarrassed that I shifted back immediately and didn’t test the body.

I took a breath and shifted into the centaur. It was odd having four legs and a long body. “You are bigger this time, maybe the size of a horse. Not quite kentaur size yet.” Captain Aida said analytically.

Sofiel/Lilith frowned. “You should have been able to thin your density out some and be bigger. Maybe another five hundred pounds. Spend some time getting familiar with the body.”

One of our possible plans for stopping Deserae was having me as a centaur and getting close and attacking her. I thought it was a bad plan and was glad it was plan F. It took some coordination to get the walking right. Momo jumped up, “You should go outside and run. Yes, go out for a run and get used to your body.”

Lilith quieted the kitsune with a look. “Just go run in the underground orchards. There are too many dangers you are unaware of outside the complex.”

“I wouldn’t want him hurt!” Momo whined. “I could have ridden on his back and kept him safe.

“I will just go through the orchards.” I decided. “You will need to ride me, though,” I indicated Sofiel/Lilith. She couldn’t get too far away from me or risk breaking the link to my mindspace. We all left together and entered the underground orchards. The centaurs moved among the trees, picking the various fruits.

Sofiel/Lilith swung onto my horse back, and I walked, adjusting the to weight. The centaurs around the orchards walked on, curious and then angry, seeing me carrying a rider. I ignored them as their black eyes followed me. I took my rider at a gallop, and her hands wrapped around my chest to avoid falling off. Her legs squeezed me as she bounced behind me. A few soft grunts from Sofiel/Lilith as she muttered, “How can riding be so difficult.”

I smirked and started to sprint, thinking falling off would make Lilith a little more humble. The pounding action of her hips on my back made her fight to stay on board, but it slowly excited her. My senses were heightened, and I could feel and smell her arousal. I smirked and activated my lust aura, thinking teasing Lilith was fun, and I hadn’t had much fun recently.

As we raced between the fruit trees, Sofiel’s body started to give in to the weird pleasure it was receiving. I felt her getting closer and closer to reaching satisfaction. I turned hard around a tree, my hoofs digging into the soft earth, forcing Sofiel/Lilith to hold on with all her strength and pushed her over. An explosion of heat and wetness erupted on my back. Lilith was breathless, having experienced the organism. “Ahhhhhhhh,” was all she said, and she moaned in pleasure.

Then, a male centaur blocked my path, forcing me to come up short. He was huge, standing much taller than my body. He didn’t look angry, though, as he crossed his arms and his forehooves pounded the earth in tempo. He was aroused, his horse cock hanging out a good two feet. A panting Sofiel/Lilith rasped, “Kentaurs are pan-sexual. When the young males can't win a female, they mate with each other. He is challenging for who gets the right to mount the other.”

“Hell no!” I said. It had been my fault for turning on my lust aura. I ended the aura immediately, but the kentaur male charged anyway. Even though I was smaller than him, I had superior abyssal strength. I locked arms and used my leverage to toss the horny centaur to the ground. He rolled away in a tumble of legs and came up quickly, reassessing me.

We started drawing a crowd, and Sofiel/Lilith slid off my back. “Should I just change back?” I asked Lilith, who was walking out of the bow-legged walk.

“No, this would be good practice fighting in your centaur body.” I grimaced, seeing the male’s cock still dangling even though the aura had ended. In fact, a number of males in the growing crowd were showing excitement. A number of the female centaurs also appeared aroused by their swishing tales and erect nipples.

Captain Aida and Momo arrived at the confrontation. “I don’t think I want to risk losing,” I said as the group of centaurs around us had grown to almost fifty.

Captain Aida, “Don’t lose. You are a warrior. Show them your dominance.” Okay, Captain Aida was excited, too. Either because she wanted to see me fight or at all the dangling members in her sight.

Two female centaurs pawed the ground with their left hooves. Momo interpreted. “Those two are offering themselves to the winner.”

Sofiel/Lilith offered unhelpfully, “Could be some good essence. Your returns from Captain Aida have been diminishing as she builds resistance to your vortex.” Was this bestiality? Didn’t I already cross that line with my catkin lovers? Interspecies sex with elves and orcs was already part of my resume. I didn’t have time to think as the male centaur charged again.

We clashed in an odd wrestling match with our upper torsos. “Momo, how do I win?” I grunted as he was giving it his all.

“Usually, they pin the other to the ground and then mount the loser right after he concedes.” She yelled, showing excitement herself. Wrestling a centaur was not easy as much of the mass was behind the torso. It was hard to leverage the centaur to the ground. Instead, this was a contest of stamina as our hooves pounded the ground, and we danced for balance and advantage.

My opponent was not only weaker than me but also needed more stamina. Soon, he was stumbling and having trouble recovering. He had mass and height on me, but as the match continued, I became increasingly familiar with this four-legged body. Lilith was right; this helped me understand the form. I quickly reversed his torso's torque, and my opponent slammed into the ground. I quickly descended and didn’t let him up. His body went limp after a short struggle.

Momo clapped, “You won! You can let him up and take your prize!”

I rose and released the kentaur. “I don’t want to partake,” I voiced loudly. My translation amulet gave him the message, and he hung his head.

Momo said slowly, “You embarrassed him, and he gets no gratification and loses standing among the females.” I shrugged, not caring that his manhood was retreating back into its sheath.

The females who had offered themselves to the victor seemed uncertain after I had rejected the male I just defeated was schlepping off in disgrace. The crowd of fruit-picking centaurs hadn’t dispersed, and they were interested to see the event’s conclusion. “Do they watch?” I asked Momo. I had been a performer many times before, and every time, I felt a little less after the act. Still, these kentaurs had upper tier two aether cores and would yield a good harvest.

Momo looked at the crowd, “It is just sex. They are probably curious if your small size can mount the larger females.” I looked at the two kentaurs. Both torsos looked like women in their early thirties to me. With the exception of their completely black eyes, they could pass for humans from the waist up.

“Should I turn into my incubus body?” I asked no one in particular.

Sofiel/Lilith answered, “I think they think you are a centaur. If you change, they may withdraw their offer.” I thought that might not be a bad thing, but instead, I embraced my inner incubus. Fresh partners meant increased harvests of life essence.

I awkwardly approached the smaller of the two. I was uncertain how this was supposed to go. Her muscled torso and large breasts were attractive in an alien sort of way. She cocked her head and asked, “Will you fill me with your cock?” She looked doubtful as she looked between my hind legs. I had kept myself sheathed the entire time.

Standing in front of her, I nodded. She stood a good two heads taller than me, and I could smell her odd sex as her tail twitched in anticipation. Although there were a number of aroused kentaurs, it was hard to single out her scent.

I didn’t answer and wrapped my mouth around her breast, which was at eye level. She tried to retreat, and my unexpected action, but my arms hugged her torso. I released a generous dose of aphrodisiac saliva. Her resistance faded quickly, and she started pushing into me. This was not the normal way kentaurs were intimate.  The watching crowd was confused and curious. I kept dosing her over and over as it took my saliva to get her worked up since she had such a strong core.

I set my vortex, and her hooves danced uncertainly as she had felt the change and pull on her core but obviously didn’t understand what I was doing. I moved across to her other breast and she relaxed as she started moaning. I moved up to her head and I felt odd looking up at my partner for once.

The centaur was a terrible kisser. I think it was her first as my tongue forced its way into her mouth. At first, she bit my tongue before understanding what we were doing. My arousal spit was deposited, and her arms hungrily pulled me close. It was confusing for the centaur as she wanted to be mounted. Still, this new interaction was pleasurable, and she was already contracting pleasurable orgasms, dribbling fluids down her rear legs.

A male centaur couldn’t resist the alluring offering that I was not attending to. He started to move forward, his two-foot cock swinging. Four females blocked his porgess, preventing him from taking my prize. I was going to need to take it myself soon. I broke away and moved behind the kentaur. She eagerly swung her hips to face me.

I reared and moved into the kentaur behind, figuring out how to line up and extend. The intense heat as my phallus found its mark and extended deeper and deeper was completely different than expected. Kentaurs must have had a much higher body temp by the intensity I was feeling along my shaft. I got far enough up I could wrap my arms around the female’s torso. My hand manipulated her breasts, and my hips pistoned behind me.

It was all a surreal feeling in such a different body. It was a primal copulation in my mind. I checked on her core, and it still had room to expand, so I kept going. Each orgasm she achieved had her shudder more, and her legs got weaker and weaker as she rippled along the shaft and squirted her fluids. I planned to keep going until her core reached its limit, but my partner collapsed on the ground.

With one last thrust, I released an endurance elixir into her. I didn’t realize my centaur form had so much more to give. As my testicles contracted, spurt after copious spurt was ejaculated into the exhausted female. I made sure nothing was lost before pushing off the centaur female and taking in my surroundings. I had gotten a little lost in the moment.

A number of males were mounting females in the orchards in a kentaur orgy that I triggered. Sofiel/Lilith was touching herself, experimenting with the angelic’s body. Momo and Captain Aida had their eyes locked on my hanging member. I pulled it back home. My partner stood and stumbled as she tried to get her legs back. She had a happy, stupid grin on. Four more kentaurs females were fighting for the position to be next.

I was trying to judge who should be next when Momo began jumping up and down excitedly. “Daenra just sent out an alert to everyone on the planet! A battleship has entered the outer system!” It looked like I would not have more time to harvest life essence and would be disappointing these females. I decided to spend everything before confronting Deserae. I entered my mind space…